xxx story : Young Prostitute

My mother didn’t know there wouldn’t be any adults there. Anyway,
I was already 17, but Mom hadn’t seemed to notice; she still
wanted me supervised all the time.

Anyway, Tonya wanted to dress me up. That was good fun for me,
since I only ever wore jeans and shirts normally. Mom had tried
to get me into a dress once a couple of years earlier, but I just
wasn’t ready for it at the time.

I was a bit tall for Tanya’s clothes, so I was looking pretty
funny in them.

“Let’s go out to a club, Emma!” she suggested.

“In your dreams, Tonya! I would never let anyone see me dressed
like this!”

“I know a place down in Rockford. I bet you don’t know a soul
down there, and the bouncer is really friendly, I know he’ll let
us in! come on, it’ll be a blast, we can dance and flirt with
some guys.”

Now the thing was, I was still a virgin. I didn’t even date. I
was afraid of guys, actually. And I was afraid of my mother’s
disapproval, too. She was always telling me how sick men were,
and how I should never have anything to do with them. Tonya, on
the other hand, had discovered sex a year earlier, and had been
trying to get me to try it ever since.

“Well I’m definitely not going dressed like this.”

“But you look great, Emma! They won’t be able to take their
eyes off of you.”

“Exactly. I’m not wearing anything that I can’t wear a bra
under.”

“But you don’t need one, Emma. Bras are for old ladies whose tits
hang. Yours hold themselves, and they hold that dress of mine up
really well, too.”

She was painting my face, so I couldn’t move just then. But when
I did look in the mirror, I was pretty impressed with what she’d
done; my face looked marvelous, and actually, so did the rest of
me.

“Thanks, Tonya. I’ll remember that. We don’t all have an hour a
day to spend brushing our hair you know.”

“Never mind, let’s see if we can get my stockings up your legs.”

In fact, we couldn’t. My legs were too long, but Tonya knew her
mother had a pantyless pair, with lace bands on the tops that
just hid inside the hem of the little green dress I had on. They
were black net.

I can’t quite figure out how she finally talked me into going out
like that; it was so unlike me. I guess somewhere in myself I
must have wanted to try it, once. Get all dressed up and see what
reactions I get. And Tonya promised to stay right with me, and we
‘d drive a half an hour south to a club where Tonya knew the
bouncer, and where no one would know us.

I must have been out of my mind to agree; all I can say is, Tonya
is a very charismatic person, and she has good powers of
persuasion. She convinced me it would be a bit of harmless fun,
my secret “Coming out”.

I have to admit, I did want to experience what it would be like
to be seen like that. Would men really make passes at me? It was
very frightening and exciting. Other girls my age [with less
dominant mothers] were dressing up and dating, going out dancing
and even having sex. I sure didn’t feel ready for sex yet, but I
wanted to have some fun; I wanted guys to want me, just so I
could have the pleasure of saying “No”. I wanted to try life as
another me, a me who could dance in public dressed like this, a
me who could flirt with guys. A me that would be completely
secret from the people I knew, who might talk.

We got to the club at about 7:00, which was a stupid time. The
action wouldn’t start until 10:00. still, Tonya greeted her
friend the bouncer at the door.

He was a burly looking young black man, and he gave her a wink
and a pat on the ass as we went in. “Have a good time, girls!”
he said.

“Take those glasses, off, Emma.” Tonya told me.

“No way! I can’t see a thing without them.” I told her.

“Oh, alright; I suppose it looks a little punk.” She said.

There weren’t many people there, but we danced a little and then
ate something.

It was true, people kept looking at me. A couple of different
guys sent us drinks, but we sent them back since neither of us
took alcohol. But we smiled at them and felt happy, naughty, and
sexy.

There was a table with about 4 men, and they kept looking at us.
One or two of them were really cute, and I danced with one for a
while. He invited me back to their table.

Tonya was still dancing, but I needed a break. I sat with them.

They were really nice guys, I thought. They got me some fruit
punch when I told them I didn’t drink, and they all said how
pretty I was. I was feeling so glorious; I’d never had that kind
of attention from a boy, let alone four adult men. Of course I
was quite aware that all of them would probably like to seduce
me, but they were somehow respectful of me; I wasn’t frightened
of them.

Then I noticed that Tonya was missing.

I searched all over for her, but she was nowhere to be found. I
felt more than a little panic; I didn’t even have a bag, and the
skimpy dress I was wearing had no pockets, I didn’t even have a
coin for a phone call. Her car wasn’t in the parking lot any
more.

It was about 10:00 by then, and I sat with my new friends for
another half hour as I waited nervously for Tonya to reappear.
She had always been a mischievous type, but I couldn’t believe
she’d just left me like that. Finally, I had to ask if one of
the guys could drive me home.

“You’re from up in Wallace? That’s way out of my way.” Said one
of the cute ones.

“I’ll take her.” Said one named Red. “I live out that way.”

At least he hadn’t been drinking much. And I thought I should be
safe with him, too, since he hadn’t been paying as much attention
to me as the others, and he was so old, about 40 or so.

Gosh, was I wrong.

I need to have just informed him to pack it, and returned into the
club when he required I kiss him.

” Oh begun now, Emma, I’m going to drive you all the method to
Wallace, it’s practically an hour additional driving for me; all I’m asking
for is a safe little kiss.”

Much later, I realized those fruit punches I ‘d been consuming had
some booze in them, and even though it was insufficient to taste, I.
was a little high.

We were standing outside, beside his car. He was actually strong,.
and as soon as he had his arms around me, there wasn’t anything I could.
do, anyway.

It was wonderfully wicked; he was big and strong, and quite.
good-looking, really. He held my head in his big hand like a toy.
ball, and both my ass cheeks in his other.

In the heels I was wearing, I was just a little shorter than he.
was, however I was less than half his weight, I ‘d think. There was.
absolutely nothing to do however give up to him then, and let his lips slide.
over mine; let him bite my ear and neck ever so carefully, then.
press his tongue between my lips.

The hand on my ass moved up my back, but the one on my head remained.
put, clamping my skull like a vise while Red kissed me and kissed.
me.

It’s not like I ‘d never ever had a little petting session or two when.
Mama wasn’t looking, but nothing like this had ever occurred to.
me. It was so primal, so strange, so un-Emma; and a lot of.
notably, no one would ever understand. Nobody would understand I ‘d kissed.
an odd guy old adequate to be my dad in a parking lot of a dance.
club; that was the most essential thing to me at that minute.

As he closed it, I recognized that no one had actually ever opened and.
closed a door for me prior to. I do not know why that seemed.
important to me, but it did.

We ‘d only been driving for about 10 minutes when he pulled into a.
lay-by.

” Why don’t you slide on over here near me, sweetie?” he.
recommended with a sly smile.

Well, I was pretty frightened. I was alone now, in the middle of.
nowhere in the dark night with a strange man. I ‘d enjoyed our.
” little safe” kissing earlier, however I understood that to do any more.
of that would get me in big problem. I didn’t wish to lose my.
cherry to this person, despite the fact that I did discover him attractive. Not on.
that night, not in a vehicle!

” You’re so hot, baby, you’re giving me blue balls.” He stated.
” How can I drive like that? Please, honey; provide me a bit more.
of that sweet loving of yours.”.

Somehow it was the “sweet caring” line that did it. If exactly what we ‘d.
already done certified as “loving”, which would do. well.

In the personal privacy of Red’s cars and truck, his hand went to my ass UNDER my.
gown; his fingers slipped under my panties.

I know I should not have felt so excited by his old fingers on my.
ass; I must have been revolted. But I surrendered to him, at.
least at first, and I liked it. It was so wicked, so dark and.
forbidden. My dress was quickly up around my hips as his positive.
hands wandered freely over my rear end and thighs, as well as.
between my thighs, fingering my most private location tentatively.
The feeling was nearly too much for me; I felt as though I were.
falling, falling under a dark bottomless pit of iniquity.

” No, stop!” I unexpectedly cried. “Please, Red. Stop now.”.

Well, he did, basically. He let me go and I moved away from.
him, to catch my breath and aim to get my brain operates back.

” Honey, I can’t drive with this.” He told me, gabbing the swelling in.
his trousers. I gazed in shock as he pulled it out, thoroughly.
navigating it past his zipper.

I ‘d never seen a real one prior to. I ‘d seen an image when, that.
was all. I didn’t recognize they’re so big. I looked at it with.
worry and fascination.

” Come on now, Emma.” Red said, “Grab a hold of it. Come on,.
it won’t hurt you. You better do it, Emma, ’cause I’m not.
going anywhere until you do. Be a good lady, now, and offer my.
pecker some attention.”.

I could just see it in the gloom. I need to admit, the concept of.
feeling it in my hands was quite interesting. Still, I knew I ‘d.
much better not, and I decided not to do it. But then I did anyway.

I can’t discuss it; my hands were just suddenly there, under the.
guiding column, around this guy’s penis. “No one will ever know”.
I kept stating to myself as I fondled him, interested with the.
feel of the organ in my hands; “No one will ever understand.”.

” Oh yes, baby, that’s the way.” Said Red, and rewarded me by.
starting the engine and driving on as I continued.

He put his arm around my shoulders and I leaned against him, as.
he grunted and sighed in pleased fulfillment. It was so weird and.
excellent, terrible and alien, effective and powerful.

I was all of a sudden stunned into awareness; how was it that I had not.
seen where we were going? He was pulling into the brief.
driveway of a separated little house.

” Let’s go within, honey.” He stated, opening his door and getting.
out while attempting to get his stiff organ under cover.

” Wait, No, I thought you were taking me house!” I burbled in some.
panic. This was his house! He had brought me here to make love.
with me! I was freaked. I had gone too far, I remained in risk; why.
oh why did I let myself enter into this dreadful situation?

” Relax, sweetheart.” He said, efficiently, “I have to discover my credit.
card so I can purchase gas, that’s all. It’ll go quicker if you come.
on in and provide me a hand, but match yourself.”.

He went within, leaving me alone as the night cooled.

I can’t really say how long I waited for him out there; it seemed
like a long time to me, and I was getting cold. I went in to look
for him.

It was clearly the abode of a single man; it was basically clean,
but there was a dead plant in a corner, and some dirty washing in
another. Red was scuttling around in the kitchen.

“Oh, there you are.” He said, “You want some tea or coffee or
something?”

“No.” I said, sullenly.

“Don’t be like that, darling!” he said, stepping up next to me
and putting his arm around me, “I didn’t mean to ignore you or
anything, it’s just that I can’t find the damn card.”

And then he was kissing me.

I mean, it wasn’t like he hadn’t done so before, but we were in
his house; there were walls, privacy, and a bedroom here
somewhere.

But he was so strong; his arms were like steel, his lips were
burning me. I couldn’t fight him, I couldn’t find the will power
to refuse his desire. My inadequate skirt slid up my back as his
powerful hand massaged my ass, my head was helpless in his iron
grip, unable to do anything but surrender.

Then he released me, as suddenly as he’d clamped me.

“You’d better take that dress off, Emma.” He said in a hoarse
voice.

“No, no I think you should take me home now.” I told him,
optimistically.

“If you don’t take that little thing off right now, I’ll rip if
right off your back, girl. You don’t want your pretty little
dress ruined, do you? Take it off, Emma. Now.”

I could feel the blood drain from my face, and my knees went
weak. My heart was pounding in my ears as Red put his arms around
me again, this time to unzip my dress. He didn’t tear it, as he’d
threatened; he simply removed it and threw it over a chair.

As I related earlier, I was wearing no bra; I was naked above my
hips, my slim waist and adolescent orange sized breasts exposed.
I had on suspenderless black net stockings, a pair of black
panties, and Tonya’s high heels.

Red looked me up and down with obvious approval before steering
me through his living room into his bedroom.

“Sit down on the bed, sweetheart. You must be just about the
prettiest girl on God’s good earth. Now you know perfectly well
there’s no possible way you’re leaving here without doing what we
came for, so you can just stop your little teary eyed routine. It
‘s real sweet and all, but honey, after what you did to me back
in the car, I’ve got to have you right away. So you just relax
and let me drive; you’re going to like this a lot.”

As he spoke, I was paralyzed with fright while I watched him
remove his clothes. He was lean and hugely muscled; his ass was
round and strong, his penis proud and hard. But he was old; at
least 40 years old, with a hairy chest and stubble on his chin.

He loomed over me, and pushed me onto my back. He covered me, his
weight on his elbows and knees, barely actually touching me; then
he started.

I was helpless as he kissed my face and neck, squeezed my
shoulders and arms. His burning hot penis slid over me as he
moved my body into different positions, licking my back and the
back of my neck, my ass, and my vagina after he removed the
panties.

I had never expected to have such a feeling; desire and fear,
attraction and repulsion, loathing and lust.

His tongue played a strange tune on my clitoris, driving me to a
point so close to the edge, yet unable to take me all the way
there.

And just when I thought he was ok, just when I was consciously
thinking maybe I wanted this to happen; he took his tongue from
my box and put his cock to my face.

I knew he’d wanted me to do that to him in the car, but I didn’t
want to. I didn’t want to suck his old thing; I didn’t know why I
found it so alluring in my hand, and I knew that it was virtually
inevitable that the strange object would invade my body that
evening, and I was even reconciled to that; but I didn’t want it
in my mouth. I had a couple of girlfriends who used to tell the
rest of us how they loved to give head, then gross us out by
describing the eventual outcome [Outcome! Haha] in detail. I didn
‘t feel ready for that, it was a bridge I didn’t want to cross
yet.

“Open up wide now, Emma.” He told me, and he sort of pried my
mouth open before pushing his big old cock between my lips.

Tonya always said it was so sexy; Jennifer used to say she loved
the way guys would do anything for her if she did it.

That’s what I was thinking as a man’s penis entered my mouth for
the first time.

I was afraid of it, that’s the truth. I was afraid it would make
me nauseous, and I’d have to puke.

Red didn’t push it in more than a couple of inches. He clamped my
head between his hands and drove it in and out a few times, and I
tried not to panic as the tip scraped across the roof of my
mouth, stopping just short of the back of my throat.

“Damn, you’re a pretty girl, Emma! Suck on it a little. that’
s it, baby. You’re a good kid, I like you already.”

He pulled out, to my relief, and I took my glasses off, since
they were a bit clammy against my nose.

“Keep them on, baby. I think they’re kinky.” Red told me.

I’d hardly ever had anyone say they liked the way I looked, and
never in my glasses. I put them back on as he started caressing
and biting me again, rolling me onto my stomach while he slid his
dick between my thighs and ass cheeks. He cupped my breasts and
pinched my nipples, and generally played with my young body and
mind.

He flipped me over, so I was on my back; he lifted my knees
upwards and outwards, he placed the tip of his tool to my
helplessly wide open groin;

“Do you want it honey?” He asked.

“No.” I gasped, “No.”

“Yes, Emma. You do. Feel this? Is it good? It is, isn’t it?”

“No. please, no Red.”

“Yes, Emma. I want to hear you say ‘yes’ before we go all the
way. We both know you really want it, don’t we?”

“No, Red. I don’t think.”

He couldn’t wait anymore, and his thumbs were pulling my lower
lips open while he pushed at it with the tip of his organ. I
could feel it pressure against me, right up to my head; I could
feel the blunt tip stretching me as it entered, invading my
helpless virgin frame, penetrating, pushing into where no wrong
had been done before, where no man had yet polluted.

And then, in the midst of my panic and turmoil, he pulled it back
out, before it had got more than an inch inside.

“Do you want it, Emma?” he asked again.

I couldn’t believe he would tease me like that; do it or don’t do
it, I was thinking. I was helpless against him; he had me in his
power.

“Yes.” I whimpered.

“Good girl. Now we’re going to have some real fun.”

Even as he spoke, he was putting it back inside, and the
delicious burning pain of his entry was mine again.

I was on my back with my long thin legs stretched all the way
out, and my older lover was massaging my clit with his thumb as
he slowly and carefully worked his hard penis deeper into my
body.

I felt it hit a barrier inside me, and a burning pain as it burst
through. Deeper, into the middle of me it went. I could feel it
probing, stretching, stimulating parts of me that I didn’t know
were even in there. I thought I would be split in two by the
sheer sensation of it. It was horrible, like that movie “Aliens”;
it was wonderful, like a love song.

With agonizing slowness, he started to perform the act; puling
his thing out of my little body only to force it right back in. I
could feel my face and ears burning, I could feel a rushing at my
groin, I could feel the tip of my first lover’s cock impacting
somewhere at the base of my stomach.

I had had orgasms prior to, alone in my bed, fingering my clit
while considering some man or boy I ‘d satisfied that day; how different
it was to have a big strong guy to hold myself versus, a living,
pulsing, burning organ moving unstoppably inside, strong hands
gripping me under the underarms, holding me tight as he ravished
me

A grin of pleasure was plastered across his face as he enjoyed me.
in my primal vulnerability. I was coming, and if I had mixed
feelings about it, Red undoubtedly didn’t. He liked it, and he wasn’t.
planning to pick up a while.

The discomfort quickly receded as my supple young body grew familiar with.
this new activity, leaving behind just the amazing pleasures.
of exactly what I now knew to be sex.

Red turned me over and did me from behind, he did me on my side.
He laid me on my back again and did me without mercy, up until I was.
simply jello. He didn’t let me take Tonya’s high heels off, and I.
was wearing Tonya’s mother’s stockings the whole time too, as.
well as my glasses.

He ended up being a growing number of lovely to me with each orgasm he.
pushed me through, and by the time I felt his sticky goo.
squirting burning hot up inside me, I no longer cared or feared.
it [although I did later]

Neither people might appear to consider much to state as we showered,.
dressed, and red lastly drove me to Tonya’s [he seemed to forget.
the requirement for the charge card and gas] I suppose that’s the.
issue with a lover more than two times your age; it may be great.
in bed, however then what do you do?

He gave me a card with his number on it as I got out of his car.
” Give me a call, Emma. perhaps we can gathering again.
sometime.” He stated with a wry smile.

” Emma! Where the hell were you? I was beginning to get.
freaked!” Tonya said. It was about 2:00 AM.

” Where was I? Where were you! I had to return by myself!”.

” I was in my car in the parking area making out with that hot.
bouncer.”.

” I didn’t see your automobile there at all.”.

” I had to move the vehicle to the back of the parking lot so we had actually.
have some personal privacy. We saw you come out with that old person and kiss.
him like you were just wed before you drove off with him and.
didn’t come back. Look, Emma, if you wished to get it on with.
the guy you understand it’s cool with me, but you truly could have.
called. Kinky, Emma, actually kinky. You never ever understood your papa,.
did you?”.

I was sure my mom would observe the change in me; I made certain.
everyone would observe, however no one appeared to. Life went on as.
normal. I went to school, I did my tasks. But I was various; I’.
d tasted the apple, and I wished to taste it once again. I held out.
for a week or 2; then I called Red.

I strolled through the woods behind my house to where a bigger road.
cut through, and he fulfilled me there in his car. I leapt in and he.
pulled away.

He took me for dinner in a little location an hour down the roadway.
where neither of us would be understood. He was being sweet, dealing with.
me to a date like that, however we couldn’t discover much to discuss.

He enjoyed football, cars, and politics; I just understood about.
stars, pop music, and school.

I informed him a little about myself, about my repressed life in your home.
and my wild friend Tonya, whose clothes I ‘d been wearing when we’.
d first met. I was in slacks and a tee-shirt.

” Let’s go back to my place.” He stated.

He was dressed a bit better this time, and freshly shaved. He.
smiled at me as I fished out his penis in the vehicle without being.
asked. It was still daytime, however we were on wilderness roads.
where it was not likely we ‘d have to stop. Performing on an impulse, I.
bent down and took him in my mouth for a moment.

It was different this time. I wasn’t scared of it any more; it.
was my buddy, my best buddy [even if I barely knew the guy it.
was connected to] I kissed it and gradually circled it with my.
tongue; I sucked it carefully as it stiffened for me.

We undressed rapidly when we were alone in Red’s little house,.
and we both needed to laugh a little with the large excitement of.
it; we were going to do it, no games, no hesitations. Sex, pure.
lovely primal sex was why we were here, and there was no pretense.
about it this time.

I had to keep at least one hand on his big hot hard dick while he.
sucked my toes, ran his tongue up my calves and thighs, kissed my.
pussy and my nipples.

Again he held me in his effective arms as he explored my mouth.
with his tongue. This time, though, my tongue tasted his mouth.
back.

I drew that big fantastic cock, seeing him watching me. It.
was nice, nicer than Tonya had said it was; due to the fact that I might see.
how it delighted my enthusiast so.

When he did it to me for the 2nd time, it was even much better.
than the first. I would do anything for this guy, I remember.
thinking, I ‘d be his lady, his spouse, his slut.

It was a prophetic idea.

I began seeing him frequently. I ‘d desert somewhere and he ‘d.
select me up and take me house. We even discovered we might communicate a.
little aside from sexually, after a while.

I think it was unavoidable that my mother would discover. She.
browsed my room during among the last days of school, and discovered.
my tablets [Red didn’t like to have to wear condoms when we did.
it]

Obviously she went completely ballistic. She was yelling so.
loud, the entire neighborhood could hear.

I ‘d had enough of it by that time; as she stood hollering at me,.
I packed a little bag and movinged towards the door.

A pot or more struck the walls as I crossed the living space; “If you.
leave this home now, you never come back! Do you comprehend,.
Emma?” she shrieked. With a show of external calm I didn’t.
feel, I left.

” Whore!” my mom screamed from the door for all to hear as I.
strolled down my street. It wasn’t even real yet.

I phoned Red from Tonya’s place, and he picked me up. I felt a
sort of relief that I was away from home at last, although I
would have preferred a smoother exit.

I started keeping my lover’s house and cooking his food. He was
very particular about everything, but once he showed me how he
wanted things done, I was able to earn my keep.

Red didn’t have a regular job. He bought old cars, fixed them up,
turned back their odometers, and sold them; he sold a little
“Grass”, and he usually picked up a few extra dollars playing
poker on Saturday nights.

The first few weeks were magical; I had never felt so fulfilled
as I cooked, cleaned, and ironed his clothes.

And of course there was a lot of sex; that was the one area where
we were totally confident with each other. I wasn’t too good in
the kitchen, and Red could see how I would wince when he cursed
or used profanity [which he did liberally], but in bed we were of
one mind. We knew how to please each other, and we both loved it.
Red liked to see how many times he could make me come, and I
liked to see how often I could get him going again. We did it
twice or even three times a day, at first. I came to love sucking
him until he was ready to give it to me again. He liked me to
wear my glasses, even though I could have got contacts.

Red hosted the poker game at his house, and I served the boys
sandwiches and drinks. Red didn’t cheat at cards [as far as I
knew], but he asked me to dress myself up. He said it would
distract the others and give him an edge. At first I just wore
some light makeup, a pair of very short shorts, and a tee shirt
that left my navel showing; but Red took me shopping and got me
some outfits specially designed to tease.

I was surprised to find myself looking forward to game night; it
was fun. I wore net stockings and shorts, and a bikini top. The
next week I switched to a mini-skirt, and then I started wearing
a lace bra with it, so they could all enjoy tantalizing glimpses
of my firm young breasts. The boys all loved it, and Red gave me
some of his winnings. Sometimes one of the guys would run a hand
up the back of my leg as I brought him something to eat or drink.
I didn’t mind, it was all part of it; I loved the attention,
approval, and naughtiness of it all.

Then came the night Red started losing.

I could see him getting more and more frustrated as his usually
generous pile of chips shrunk. Then there was a “big hand”, one
where the stake rose and rose. Red didn’t have enough to stay in.

“I tell you what, boys;” he said, “I’ll put up Emma here. She
must be worth a couple of hundred for the night to any one of
you. This here matchbook is Emma for the night, or two
Hundred bucks.” And he threw a pack of matches on the pile in
the middle of the table.

“Hey, I don’t know, Red.” one of the guys started to complain.

Red stood up, pushing back his chair. The muscles of his
shoulders were hunched up, and his face would have given a child
nightmares for a week. “You got a problem, Robby?” he growled
menacingly.

“Uh.No, Red, it’s fine.” Robby said, looking cowed.

I was pretty freaked out by this, I didn’t know if it was
serious. I liked these guys, but not in that way. I enjoyed
dressing provocatively and flirting with them, but I didn’t want
to be traded like a commodity.

Anyway, Red won the hand and got ahead before the game stopped at
2:00AM. But a precedent was set; the “Emma chip” was used
again the next week, and it was inevitable that red would lose it
eventually.

It was Eddie who kept the chip and refused to sell it back to
Red. I thought Red was going to start a fight, but Eddie was
probably as tough as Red was, and someone would surely have
gotten hurt.

“You’ve been using the ‘Emma chip’ for a month, Red.” Eddie
said. “We’ve been accepting it. Now I want to cash it in. Sorry,
Emma, I wasn’t meaning no disrespect, but that’s how we call
it when we turn in our chips.”

I stood stiff in the corner as the tableau played out, suddenly
very uncomfortable in my sexy outfit. The boys were all waiting
for the outcome too, nearly as tensely as I was.

“Go on, then.” Red said. “Take her home with you. But I want her
back in the morning, and she’d better be alright, you got it?”

Red wouldn’t meet my eye as I threw some toiletries in a bag and
left with Eddie, as I’d been told.

Eddie was big and tough, gnarled and old. If red could have been
my dad, Eddie could have been my grand-dad. I think he was around
sixty.

“Are you afraid, Emma?” he asked me, not unkindly, as we
drove off in his pick-up.

“Yes.” I answered truthfully. “I’ve never been with anyone but
Red before.”

“Really? You should find a nice boy your own age, sweetheart.” He
said, running his old hand up my naked thigh. I was wearing a
skimpy green sequined dress that left my top and bottom barely
covered, and the area in-between gift wrapped.

We shared a shower together; Eddie soaped me up, shamelessly
enjoying himself. His old dick was as stiff as Red’s ever was,
and he rubbed it against my soapy nakedness.

“This is a real treat for me, Emma.” He told me, “I’m not a
lady’s man like Red, and I haven’t hardly been with a woman at
all since my wife died five years ago. You don’t mind, do you? I
mean, it was Red who kept staking you. How about a kiss,
sweetie?”

Well, it was what I was there for. We kissed for the first time
in the shower, and I tried to figure out how I actually felt
about this. I knew I should have been outraged, I should have
left Red the first time he threw my chip on the table; but where
could I go? What could I do?

I knew Eddie; I liked him. So why should there be a problem? He
was lonely, and he was right about the chip. I’d been on the
table and around the table, teasing those poor boys, and now
Eddie had called the bluff. It wouldn’t harm me to please him,
and I knew Red needed the $200.

The old man held me gently while we kissed. It was ok. It was
wicked, more wicked than it was with red; that was what made up
for Eddie’s age. I was enjoying myself thinking how it would give
my mother a heart attack if she knew.

We rinsed and dried up, then went to bed.

I was surprised at his energy; somehow I thought because he was
old he must be feeble, but it wasn’t so. Eddie was strong and
lean, and Eddie made love with me. He kissed me and cuddled me,
he licked my clit. When he climbed between my legs and put his
stiff old penis to my entrance, I realized that I actually wanted
to feel it inside my body. He held me tight and slid it up
inside, warming me with that wonderful feeling of invasion. His
motion was different than Red’s, but it ultimately had the same
effect; I saw pure joy on his face as I came for him, and I felt
I had done a wonderful thing when I felt his old penis deep
inside me reciprocating, as he pumped his fluid into my waiting
womb.

I would have liked to have him again in the morning before he
took me back, but he said he couldn’t. Still, we had a cuddle,
and I couldn’t resist a little taste. I felt it grow in my mouth,
and I sucked him slowly, just for the fun of it, enjoying the
wicked sensation of it. No one would ever need to know that I
actually enjoyed it with old Eddie, no one would know that I
sucked his cock just for the pure joy of it.

No one would know that he suddenly tensed up and came, and that I
swallowed it happily.

Red was furious when I told him we’d done it without a condom.

“That’s only for me! From now on, you always use a condom or else
you say “No”, understand?”

“Yes.” I said meekly, trying to get him calm. Later, I realized
what that really meant; it meant there was a “now on”. I was a
whore for the poker players, and every Saturday night whoever got
the chip would doubtlessly be taking me home.

In practice, it was always the same four or five guys. There
were a few others there who had wives or girlfriends they didn’t
want to cheat on, and they always bet my chip if they’d won it;
the guys who liked to do it with me would hold my chip if they
were winning, or play it again if they weren’t doing so well.
They used to apologize to me when they played the chip in a hand,
and flirt hopefully while they held it.

Red always replayed the chip immediately if he won it back; he
had me six nights a week, and he’d rather have the money it was
worth.

They were all sweet guys, and I didn’t mind too much, other than when
I needed to sleep with Harvey, since he was extremely fat.

In reality, I was generally truly quite excited on Saturdays. It
resembled a lottery, I never ever knew who I ‘d wind up with. And I discovered
it so lovely that they all believed I deserved that type of
money.

There were also a couple of men who only joined the game once or
two times; they were both fascinated with the “Emma chip”, however
stopped working to win me.

The sex? I wager that’s all anybody really desires to hear about.

It was fun at first. It was so wicked and strange, so versus
everything I ‘d been raised to believe in.

We always utilized prophylactics, and to me that in some way made it pretty
harmless. I let Eddie do it to me without, though, since we had
currently done it that method; however I made him promise he would not inform
Red. I really liked old Eddie, he was the sweetest.

They were each different but all the very same. They each had
different ways they wanted to hold me, kiss me, and so on; a.
number of them liked to lick me out initially. But they all liked it.
simply the exact same when I provided head, and they all simply liked to.
get their things into me. They all enjoyed it when I came, and didn.
‘ t seem to notice when I needed to phony it.

One Saturday evening, young Robby was in some way aiming to get the.
chip. I was rather flattered, he had actually never ever held it when he ‘d had.
it previously. I thought he was cute, and I didn’t mind the concept that.
he may be my lover that night. He even shopped it from.
Harvey, but Harvey wouldn’t sell. “That would be an insult to.
Emma.” He specified securely. It was a good thing to say, but I.
truly would not have minded; it was a hot night, and Harvey didn’.
t have air-conditioning to reduce the pain of sex with the.
huge man.

I chose fat Harvey. I got him on his back and got on top that.
time; that worked actually well, I could service him without.
getting crushed. I bucked my hips and kissed him until he came.
Harvey wasn’t a bad man, he just required a good exercise routine.

Anyhow, Robby came by to talk to Red on Sunday; he asked if he.
could employ me to work a stag party the next night. I was appalled.
when Red agreed.

For the very first time, I opposed him.

” If you believe I’m going to do it with a lots drunken males, you.
should run out your mind!”.

” Is that what you believe? Unwind, Emma. You simply do it with the.
groom.” Red said soothingly.

” Really? That’s all?”.

” Well, you’re supposed to do a strip tease for everybody first,.
that’s sort of conventional. But that’s pretty harmless, right?
You’ve been nearly naked every poker night with the kids,.
anyhow.”.

I danced and pulled my clothes off in the hotel suite as 8.
males cheered me on. They were all in their mid twenties. The groom.
was a sweet person, as Robby had actually assured, and would have been.
good-looking if it hadn’t been for a regrettable weak chin.

All the men touched me, and I let them fondle my breasts and.
everything; Robby had paid $300, and I felt the kids should have.
fun. I discovered that I was enjoying myself; they were all petting.
and valuing me, even Robby.

I expect most girls would have been appalled; but I was just.
enjoying the approval, the acceptance of all these men.

I viewed part of a porno motion picture with them; I believed it was.
pretty bad, but I ‘d never ever seen one before so had little to judge.
it by. I imply, the guys all had bigger equipment than I ‘d ever.
dealt with by a good margin, and those women all deep throated them.
[I was thinking maybe I would have to discover how to do that], however.
as stars, they all stopped working to encourage me that they were in fact.
enjoying themselves.

I served the guys beverages, completely naked, and I rested on a sofa.
between two of them for a couple of minutes and watched the film with.
them while they ran their hands over my body.

I provided each a kiss before pulling the hesitant groom into.
the bed room.

The bad man was so worried, he couldn’t get it up. That made me.
a little anxious; exactly what if Robby wanted some of the cash back?
There might be trouble.

Anyhow, I just undressed him and snuggled with him for a while. I.
informed him it was okay, and kissed him while I had fun with his little.
softy. After a while, he began to react.

I realized he had no concept ways to make love with a woman.
All of a sudden, I understood why I was here; to teach him.

It was unusual, since he was at least five years older than me, but.
he took my tips with dignity. I taught him the best ways to touch me.
in the proper way, and ways to lick me to get me randy.

We wound up doing it good and slow for rather a while, and I fabricated.
an orgasm in addition to having one genuine one before he came.

” You’re really something, Emma.” He informed me as he dressed [my.
clothing were out in the other space] “Several pals of mine are.
marrying soon, and I’m going to make certain you get the.
stags.”.

I wasn’t sure that I wished to do this once again. These people were all.
quite nice, however I knew that was simply luck.

The other men were all pretty wound up when I returned into the.
other room.

” Hey Emma, would you do the rest of us for $75 each?” one of.
the people asked ideally.

I was quite stunned at the recommendation; then I kept in mind where I.
was, and precisely what my role was at this event. These people all.
thought of me as a woman of the street, and I guess they were right; but.
that wasn’t exactly what I was in my own mind. There were 7 of them,.
and I questioned if I could do it. It would be a great deal of money, and.
I understood Red would be awfully happy if I brought it house. And of.
course they would have to wear johnies, so it wasn’t like I was.
going to get a gallon of blended male seed in me.

“For a hundred each, I’ll do it.” I said on impulse; and they
agreed.

I couldn’t believe it! Seven hundred dollars for an hour or two
on my back; I’d never seen that much money in my life.

It went ok for the first four, but then I started to get sore. I
realized that I should have brought some kind of lubricant. I
wanted that money, but I sure didn’t want my bits damaged when I
was just 18. I told the next guy to come in I’d blow him.

He didn’t mind at all, even though I couldn’t do it like those
porno girls. I tried, though.

I figured it was sort of my duty to do my best if I was getting
that kind of money for it. And anyway, his dick was kind of thin
and long, so it was good for trying.

I really couldn’t figure out how they do it, it kept making me
gag. Still, I like doing it in general, so it was fine. I didn’t
let him come too soon, and I think he really liked the service. I
spat it in the sink, since there were two more to go.

Robby was last, and I did it with him both ways. I had been
thinking about him a lot, I thought he was so sweet.

His cock was on the small side, and I managed to get it all the
way in my throat briefly once or twice. He was just ecstatic, and
we did it regular after that until we both came.

Red heard about the extra money; I should have asked the guys to
keep quiet about it. Anyway, he sure was mad that I’d held out on
him, and he hit me. I was going to leave the next day, I didn’t
know where I would go, but I was leaving. But then he said how
sorry he was, and how he was just mad that I would lie to him
like that. We made up, and he made love with me so sweetly and
tenderly, I wondered afterward how I could ever have thought of
leaving him.

Once more I was helpless in his arms. Like a leaf blown in the
wind, I had no will of my own; no choice as to the direction I
was headed. My lover held my in his power, both physical and
physiological, as his penis slid in and out of my naivety,
driving me helplessly from one orgasm to the next, until the fog
of hormones I lived in had colored everything roses again.

“You’re my little love machine, Emma.” He told me as we were
cooling down afterwards. “I just never knew you had it in you to
do eight guys. That’s really something, honey.”

“Really?” I asked, basking in the happy glow of his approval.

“Absolutely, baby. Girls like you aren’t born every day.” He told
me, kissing me tenderly. “I bet I could find plenty of work for
you. There’s bachelor party work of course, and maybe we could
get you into that strip club over in Fulton, they’re always
looking for new girls. I bet I could get you into videos, that
pays real good.”

Suddenly, strangely, the fog seemed to lift from my mind. I
suddenly knew that the man in my arms was a monster, a complete
bastard. He would ruin me, destroy me, and throw me away when he
was through.

Suddenly I could see the future he would bring me; poverty and
humiliation as I was sold again and again, until I would be never
be able to regain a normal life, until I would never be able to
love as others did.

Nasty twist ending;

And the other possibility; to call my mother, retrieve my life,
pick up my diploma, possibly still get to university if any had
accepted me on the basis of the applications I’d mailed in my
previous life, only three months earlier. Short sharp humiliation
allowing the possibility of salvation.

I left his house the next day when he went out to the bar.

My mother acted as if the summer of my shame had never occurred;
as if she hadn’t called me a whore and told me to go. We didn’t
talk about it at all until I was about to leave for the bus that
would take me to the university on the coast.

I mentioned his name in passing, that was all.

“Red? His name was Red? Red Thompson, from Southfield?”

“Yes.” I told her; and she turned white as a ghost and fainted,
falling into a heap on the floor.

It took me three years to make her tell me what I knew must be
the truth. What else could have caused such a reaction, even in a
person like my Mom?

Randolph “Red” Thompson is my biological father.

Porn star ending

I left his house the next day when he went out to the bar; I got
the bus for L.A.

My first shoot went just great, and the producer said if I could
just learn to get dick all the way down my throat, he’d have lots
of work for me.

I didn’t want to have too much to do with guys for a while, not
in my personal life. I went to work, and supported myself while I
went to college.

I majored in film making while working in front of the camera.
Guys with huge dicks pounded me while I cried in feigned delight,
and sometimes even in real delight. My great pride is that no one
could tell the difference.

I tried to patch it up with my mother, and might have succeeded
if I hadn’t told her the truth about my profession. Well, she
would have found out anyway, I was getting popular.

I learned to deep throat the biggest guys in the business, and I
even did anal.

I’ve pretty much stopped working in front of the camera now that
I’m a producer, but sometimes I do it since my name will still
help sell tapes. I still love doing lesbian scenes; It’s so nice
and harmless without a cock that needs to squirt at me, and the
girls are mostly so sweet.

The main trouble with this business is that it’s nearly
impossible to meet a decent guy. After all, what decent guy would
go with a porn star? And I don’t want to lie about what I do.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.